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Xu Xiaomo knitted her brows in puzzlement, looking at the red bean cake arranged neatly in front of her. It exuded an alluring fragrance, and it was indeed beautiful.

But when did she ever say she loved red bean cake?

Wu Yaner saw the doubt in Xu Xiaomo's eyes and explained, "Actually, the last time I saw you in the restaurant, you didn't eat much other than the red bean cake